Novels About Witches Novels & Stories

Siri 'continues as the greetings stop. 'We know this enemy'. A group of witches appears. 'We have helped our English sisters look in The witch's hammer for the trail of the dark enemy'. I do not understand why, but I know instinctively that this group is the Scandinavian witches. 'Who is the dark one ? Our job is to take care of those wolves. We have not received any alerts about a new enemy'. A witch in a colorful dress, from the West African coven, becomes visible. Although the dark woman speaks her own language, I still understand what she is saying. The astral plane we are all on had to have that effect.

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

The Elders had been informed about most of the things, but only four of the wolves of the pack - Ezekiel, Noelle, Grey and Alec - knew the full extent of what was going on. "Aww.. You want me to send you pictures?" Noelle smiled at him smugly as she sat down next to Rowena who was giggling like a school girl as always. "You really need to start acting like a proper lady." Noelle looked over at Maria, offended, only to realize that she was talking to Rowena. It was so funny how in all types of literature, witches were shown as crazy old hags with long nose and warts on their whole face and pointy hats and a stupid scratchy voice, who rode broomsticks.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER JEFF POV These past eight months have been grueling and the most challenging I’ve ever had to deal with. No vampire attacks had happened but for some reason wolves kept coming up missing. Not just from our pack either. It was happening to packs across the country. Rumors of some turning up weeks later, only to attack their own pack as a rabid. My Beta was searching high and low for a witch that would help us. The issue was no witch wanted to help. They all refused either out of fear of the Vampire King or the fear of using black magic and losing their powers all together. I sat at my desk as I contemplated what to do next. Suddenly my wolf Alec perked up and started runnin

It was such a long walk to the border of my pack, so I decided to run quickly and get this over with, I heard a scuffle when I walked close to the border. "What is..?" I was about to ask, when a scent suddenly filled me. I've always heard that the scent of a mate was top notch. I walked closer inhaling the scent, my wolf was also alert, it danced happily,I looked around at first, then I saw my beta hold the hands of a woman and I paused. My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped.

"If she did, she's a real good liar, but I intend to find out. She is keeping a lot of secrets from me. She says she doesn't want me involved for fear I could get hurt." "And you don't believe her?" "I don't know. I do know all of this is tied to her mother somehow, but she won't open up to me, but then again, I have known her less than 48 hours. I have to be patient. She didn't ask for me to come crashing into her life." "I did some research on that as well. And it is possible for a witch to bind her wolf. If he or she doesn't want to be identified, it is how they get in and out of other realms without being detected."

The witch’s gaze never left me as she grinned, her smile impossibly wide, her eyes gleaming with malice. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. The only thing left to do was endure. The witch’s laugh echoed through the room, a low, guttural sound that made my skin crawl. The more she moved, the more oppressive the air around us felt, as if the very walls of the cabin were closing in. My heart raced in my chest, the adrenaline pulsing through me despite my body’s inability to act. She moved to Beth next, her long fingers brushing over the girl’s neck as if savoring the terror in her eyes. My heart clenched, helpless. I couldn't protect her. I couldn’t protect any of us.

“No interrupting, I said! But yes, Dad did know. I am just going to come out with it—we’re witches. Not like ride-around-on-broomstick witches… like cast spells kind of witches…we have powers.” Finally stunned speechless, I sat quietly, trying to put the pieces of my odd life together with the information I’d just received. Alex eyed me warily then nudged Stevie. She sighed, then asked. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know what to think, or what I’m supposed to say to all this, Stevie. Alex, Chase—are you both witches?” I asked. Alex and Chase both scoffed then pinned me with a glare. “We are not witches. We are warlocks. Only women are called witches, Ry,” Alex responded haughtily.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

Her words almost gave Beryl a heart attack. Wait! Was she going to expose him? Neel hoped she wouldn't. "Tell me."the king insisted. "Well, I was telling Neel about the novel I last read about witches. It was scary, right Neel? Do you know what those witches did?" "How would I know?"